I miss the quiet calm of Ryder Lake hill. We had property at the top when I was young, and I rode my horse up there. We stayed with school friends and felt at home in the rolling hills and forests.
There have been other 50th celebrations. A friend came home from Maui to have a party with friends and family. D's band piped at a 50th wedding celebration. When the sun is high and the the berries are fresh, everyone feels like celebrating.
The Nuvem was up to the last ball of CashSilk Lace. But. At one point I started the wrong decreases. I know.
My friend is also knitting it and brought it to my attention. I curse her and thank her in the same breath. It took almost 2 hours to rip it back to the correct decreases. Sigh. It was the only thing on my needles and I was wizzing toward the ruffle. Now I shall continue plodding. It is good knitting for celebrations.